Wednesday 27 March 2013

First of the Month Fiction - Easter edition

Getting in slightly early, again, because of Easter, as I want to try to be offline for a few days (HA!).
So happy Easter to you all, or happy public holidays to those that don't celebrate this festival.

First of the Month Fiction is short stories - less than 30 words or 100 words exactly - see examples here.

Add your offering in the comments, then link your blog to the linky thing so we can see how sensational your work is when you don't have a word limit.

Mine is of the 100 words:

He crept down the hall, having broken in through the window.
No one stirred as he passed the couple asleep in their bedroom.
When he reached the child, he paused, watching her sleep. Silently he crept closer. She breathed heavily but didn't stir.
Nervously he looked around, then found the perfect thing. This was his big moment. He only had one chance, and he couldn't afford to get caught.
Gingerly, he reached over her slumbering head, towards the window sill. Out of his pocket he took the perfect, shiny egg. He placed it in the corner and hopped silently away.

Enjoy the break! Linking up With Some Grace for FYBF.


  1. Love the 100 word challenge - they are called drabbles right? I am sure I did not make that up. It's really good for getting the creative juices flowing :) Happy Easter.

    1. I've never heard that, but will go with your word....Drabble, I like it!~

  2. Oooh I love it! Nice one Lydia. I need to ponder. Give me some time and I'll try to get back to this :)

  3. I always forget you're doing this challenge until I read about it when it's done. I enjoyed your story :). Happy Easter to you, too :)

    1. I'll keep doing it and lure you in eventually (or bore you away)

  4. Great little story Lydia. Had me worried for a tic!
    Leanne @ Deep Fried Fruit

  5. My first attempt - sorry if it is terrible!

    Silently, she watched him. Across the room. Her eyes barely lifting from her book. Yet, with each breathe she took, she watched him.
    His suit was stiff. Starched white shirt. Shifting from one foot to the other. Impatient. Looking at his phone. Looking across the platform. Waiting.
    First the gust of wind. Then the sound. Then the lights. Train 468 to East Shore arriving on platform 8.
    He pushed through the crowd. She calmly closed her book. He pushed past the passengers disembarking. She lingered at the train door.
    Every day she watched him.

  6. Every word counts when you only have 100 and this is great! I'm not in the right frame of mind to play at mo, but have put note in diary for next, Happy Easter Lydia! Em x

  7. Haha! What a fabulous story! Will have to join in the next one!